For the last few months God has impressed upon me that it is time to blog again, to go back to recording our family history to share with our extended family, but also for the sake of putting into words the thoughts surrounding our life here on this earth. Thoughts that have no pictures attached, just the convictions and encouragements that are place in my heart from God above. He is so good, He is so gracious.

This time and season of needing to be still and focus on trusting God in ways that life demanded, so different than anything I have experienced in life so far, is lifting. God has healed and restored and done beautiful things in my life. As so often the case, a mother’s pain is the effect of another’s action, be it family or other close relationships, and often is not her story to share but to be a burden bearer, a prayer warrior and the servant of Jesus as she walks with those she loves. And in other times, pain is caused by a mother’s own mistakes, and I have made plenty, and I will continue to share that, freely, so that my daughters and anyone else that reads this blog may learn.